So I'm sick

And not enjoying it. The shelf above my desk looks like a pharmacy, since keeping medicine (and herbals) close by is the only way I can be sure and remember to take them. I have a script for antibiotics, and a heavy duty cough supressant. Oh, and orders to talk as little as possible so as to get my voice back before too long. This is obviously easier said than done. That's right, I lost my voice. I was just getting sufficiently fed up with this cough that I have had for a few months when it morphed into something even ickier. Doc said sinus infection, which I guess makes sense.
People keep asking me why it took me this long to go to a doctor for the cough. Thing is, even though I've had it for a few months, there were weeks in there when it sounded like it was getting better. This is a cough that I get every few years, and other than this year it has always gone away on its own after a month or two. My mom gets a similar one around this time every year as well, so I know I'm not the only one. It wasn't till I finally got tired of listening to myself cough (I think I have more patience with it than most people) that I decided to get myself to a doctor. Somewhere in that time my sinuses seem to have taken the day off.
For someone who very rarely gets sick (and I mean maybe 1 or 2 colds/year), it is rather unnerving to have had four sick days already in 2010. Hopefully once I get rid of this cough everything else will straighten itself out as well. Cause I'm not a good sick person.